Dyl the Killsmith - Low Lyrics

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Got me a new chick
And man I swear that she a baddie
Met up then we laced up
And we ran it like a track meet
It was triple R
From the jump
Man she about me
Grew up a southern bell
But she just moved back from Cali
Talked a little talk
And then she told me
She can walk it
So I drew a line up in the sand
Said baby don't get off it
She was fluent in the tongue of freaks
But she don't speak it often
I can tell that she
A ride or die for me
I sold the coffin
She get
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(She get)
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Had me looking down on her
Like I was givin' blessings
It be a cold day in hell
The day that we ain't sexing
Slippin' slidin' on the dick
Like if I guessed it's her profession
In that pussy
Hot tub time machine
Flintstones to the jetsons
(Whoa)
It came clear to me that
I'm her first in terms of a man
Keep that big dick energy
Till she say amen
When she cum for me all heavens angels
Sing and praisin'
But she a fallen one
If you ask her where she from
She sayin'

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(She get)
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